Today is one of those days… I don’t want to be an adult today.
I don’t want a time to wake up, a job and a desk that is expecting me. I don’t want dirty laundry that won’t wash itself, a carpet that needs vacuuming, a man that wants feeding.
(Well, I do want the man, but I’d prefer if he could feed himself, or feed me. That would be great.)
Today, I want to walk around my house wearing slippers while it storms outside. I want to eat olives for breakfast. I want to bake a rhubarb pie (is rhubarb even in season?) and then paint something or knit something or make… something.